talked of them together.
It was ROTTEN, ROTTEN luck. But only the Germans and their hellish war
were to blame. I drove straight to the cable office, and tried to
wireless you, knowing you would feel glad to know I was well, and safe
and sound. But the cable people could not send my message. You were
then out of reach of wireless, on the Irish coast. And for nine days
there was no way to tell you I had come back as fast as trains and
boats and the dirty Germans would let me. Oh, my dear, dear one, HOW I
LOVE you. If only I could have seen you for just five minutes. As it
was, I thought for five days more we would be together. What I shall
do now, I don't know. I must go back with either the French or the
English until my contract expires, and then, I can join you. Tomorrow
I am trying to see Asquith and Churchill to get with the army. And I
will at once return across the channel. But, do not worry! I will
never again let a German come within ONE MILE of me! After this,
between me and the Germans, there will be some hundreds of thousands of
English or French. So after this reaches you I will soon be on my way
HOME. Don't worry. Get James back and Amelia and everyone else who
can make you comfortable, and trust in the good Lord. I have your
cross and St. Rita around my neck, and in spite of what the Kaiser
says, God is looking after other people than Germans. Certainly he has
taken good care of me. And he will guard you, and our "blessed" one.
And in a little time, dear, DEAR heart, I will be back, and I will
become a grocer. God love you and keep you, as he does. And you will
never know HOW I LOVE YOU! Good night, dearest, sweetheart and wife!
I am writing this at your table, and, thanking God you are going to the
farm, and to peace and happiness. I SEND YOU ALL THE LOVE IN ALL THE
WORLD.

RICHARD.

LONDON, September 3rd.

MY DEAREST ONE:

It was a full moon again tonight and I think you were on deck and saw
it, because by now, you have passed the four days at sea and should be
in the St. Lawrence. So I knew you saw the moon, too, and I sent you a
kiss, via it. It was just over St. James Palace but also it was just
over you.

Today has been a day of worries. Wheeler cabled that the papers wanted
me to be "neutral" and not write against the Germans. As I am not
interested in the German vote, or in advertising of German breweries
(such a hard word to SAY) I thought, considering the EXC